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"Jes so," screeched the capting. "What wessel's that air?" "Kickin Warier of Terry Hawt, and be darned to you!" "I, I, Sir!" hollered our capting. "Reef your arft hoss, splice your main jib-boom, and hail your chamber-maid! What's up in Terry Hawt?" "You know Bill Spikes?" said the capting of the Warier. "Wall, I reckin. He can eat more fride pork nor any man of his heft on the Wabash.
Ah would have my hawt in my moath all day long, too, if Ah was living in a big hoase alone." A moment of stiffness followed; Mrs. Leighton would have liked to withdraw from the intimacy of the situation, but she did not know how. It was very well for these people to assume to be what they pretended; but, she reflected too late, she had no proof of it except the agent's permit.
Ah would have my hawt in my moath all day long, too, if Ah was living in a big hoase alone." A moment of stiffness followed; Mrs. Leighton would have liked to withdraw from the intimacy of the situation, but she did not know how. It was very well for these people to assume to be what they pretended; but, she reflected too late, she had no proof of it except the agent's permit.
'How did ye come out? says I. 'I haven't a cint lift but me renommynation f'r th' ligislachure, says he. 'Well, says I, 'Cassidy, I says, 'ye've been up again what th' pa-apers call hawt finance, I says. 'What th' divvle's that? says he. 'Well, says I, 'it ain't burglary, an' it ain't obtainin' money be false pretinses, an' it ain't manslaughter, I says.
M. Grandissime said never a word. He was not alarmed. She looked up suddenly and took a quick breath, as if to resume, but her eyes fell before his, and she said, in a tone of half-soliloquy: "I 'ave so mudge troub' wit dad hawt." She lifted one little hand feebly to the cardiac region, and sighed softly, with a dying languor. M. Grandissime gave no response.
At the conclusion of the film Kedzie was saddened by a ballad sung by an adenoid tenor. The song was a scatting exposure of the wickedness of Broadway. The refrain touched Kedzie deeply, and alarmed her somewhat. It reiterated and reiterated: "There's a browkin hawt for everee light ton Broadway-ee." Kedzie began to fear that she would furnish one more.
Ah would have my hawt in my moath all day long, too, if Ah was living in a big hoase alone." A moment of stiffness followed; Mrs. Leighton would have liked to withdraw from the intimacy of the situation, but she did not know how. It was very well for these people to assume to be what they pretended; but, she reflected too late, she had no proof of it except the agent's permit.
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